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Tous les garçons et les filles de mon âge
Savent bien ce que c'est qu'être amoureux
The words are very true. So, I add:What would it feel like to be in love?I yawn again and put the notebook aside. Sleep, first. Very much needed.
The soft knock on my door startles me and I switch the bedside light back on. I check the time on my phone, nearly two thirty. No messages from any of my friends, so it’s not them, right? I wonder whether I should just ignore it, but when the soft knock comes again, my breath hitches. I feel panic rising, and force myself to focus on my breathing as I get out of bed. I peer through the peephole and feel a strange laugh bubble up when I see who it is. My breathing relaxes and I open the door to a visibly uncomfortable desk clerk.
“My apologies, Ms. Lavigne for disturbing you at this hour. A man just came by to give you this.” She hands me a cardboard box.
“Just now?” My throat suddenly feels dry. That’s odd. The other woman smiles apologetically and starts to walk away, but I just need to know. “Was he like a big, muscular guy? Or was he, uh,” I feel my cheeks burn when the woman raises an eyebrow, “Tall and dark, with blue eyes? Kind of uh, good-looking?”Mon Dieu,I could not be more obvious.
Ella smiles and shakes her head. “The first one, I’m afraid. Although not bad-looking either. Goodnight.”
I shut the door and lean my forehead against the cold wood. Excited because Wyatt apparentlydidshow up, and disappointed becausehesaid that he would see me again. What did I expect, really?
One thing’s for sure, this weekend cannot get any crazier. I shake my head lightly, a giggle escaping my mouth before I slide back under the sheets. Has Wyatt left me a clue, perhaps to explain who this person is, whose orders he follows? Why didn’t he just let me know that he was downstairs? I examine the box thoroughly. I should just put it aside and go to sleep. But really, nerves are tickling my spine and I’m feeling excited. So, I open the box. Aphone? Right at that very moment, I hear a short buzz. I first think the sound is coming from the phone that I’m now holding in my hand, but then my head snaps to the door that’s slowly opening.
What the—?
I freeze. And all my newfound courage evaporates in a fraction of a second. I’m no longer alone.
CHAPTERTEN
SUNDAY EARLY MORNING – LOGAN
Itold myself to go home. At least ten times tonight. But here I am, standing against the doorway of her hotel room. I cross my arms and simply enjoy the view. And what a goddamn view. Angélique stares at me like a deer in headlights. The way she sits on her bed with her arms hugged around her knees. She’s wearing a cream-colored night dress that hugs her thighs and breasts like a second skin and my fingers ache to touch her. Yeah, this is a sight I could look at forever.
I thought that I was going home, but then the way Samuel was winding Charlie up stirred something inside of me and I knew I had to fucking see her.
“What areyoudoing here?” She points the phone like it’s a gun, which puts a smile on my face. She’s probably never even seen a Glock in her life.
“What, you gonna shoot me with that phone?”
Her brows knit together and her gaze goes from me back to the phone. She drops it and I walk into her room and kick the door shut behind me. “Trust me, if I wanted to hurt you, you wouldn’t stand a chance.” She watches me take off my coat and I toss it over the desk chair before making my way to the bed. I step out of my shoes and my eyes remain on her fists on the sheets, ready to dive under the covers. Her eyes flash with a glimpse of fear that tickles my cock. I give her a mocking smile. “Why are you so surprised? I told you that we’d see each other tonight, didn't I?”
She licks her lips absently and my eyes feast on the sight of those pouty, wet lips. I want to corner her, back her up against the headboard and take that mouth with mine.
As if she can read my thoughts, she shakes her head. “Yes you did, but you never asked me if I wanted you to be here.” She pulls her knees further up to her chest and crawls toward the center of the bed. If she only knew how that turns me on…
Her mouth opens, but she shuts it again. However, I don’t miss how her eyes roam my frame and her face flushes.
I sit down on the bed and tilt my head lightly. I know it’s late, but it’s like she’s playing some game again. “You did seem to enjoy my presence yesterday, didn’t you?” My smirk turns into a grin when I see her cheeks glow even further. I shrug. “And I wanted to be with you tonight. After all, we didn’t get to finish our game and I haven’t been able to have my way with you yet.”
And I haven’t been able to get you out of my freaking mind.
“Wait a minute, you cannot come barging into my hotel room and force me into having sex with you.”
“Well,” I sneer, “If I’m not mistaken, my team booked you for the entire weekend. Isn’t that correct, angel?” And without waiting for an answer, I crash my mouth on hers. She trembles under my touch and tastes divine. Everything I was craving and more. The entire evening, I wondered if being in her presence would be as intoxicating as it was yesterday, and now I fully confirm it. I hum and crush her muffled protests with my tongue in her mouth. I tease her, play with her until I feel her melting into my touch.
“God, you taste so good, Angélique,” I murmur and I swear internally. Then I pull back and take in her slightly swollen, pink lips, the flushed skin, and those big eyes that radiate innocence. Something stirs in my chest.
She glares at me. “Don't touch me.”
I let the comment slide, roll onto my side next to her huddled profile and prop myself up on my elbow. “Oh, it's a little late for that, don't you think? Besides, I’ve been looking forward to seeing you again. Did you have a nice day with your friends?” She blinks. So do I. This is not what I intended to ask.
Again, she opens her mouth to say something, seems to hesitate and then simply nods her head. I trace my finger along her warm cheek and smile. “Good. Now, I suggest that we do some more of your role-playing games and all that, and then we go straight to dessert. What d’you reckon, angel?” I wink and get up from the bed. My skin is so hot from arousal that I need to get out of these clothes. I haven’t been this horny in a long time, and I haven’t even properly touched her yet. I open the buttons of my jeans but leave them on, desperate to give myself more space. My cock is full and my balls feel heavy. I give myself a few strokes to calm the fuck down, before I take off my shirt. Her eyes drink in every single movement and they shine with appreciation, that only encourages me further.
After graduation, I replaced baseball with a daily workout and I feel confident in my body. The muscles are defined and I’m blessed with toned pecs and a slightly tanned skin. Unlike her pale color of which I can’t get enough.
